Cycle Poem by Kelly Vinal
Cycle
Hold me firmly to your bosom
Lest I’m torn by expectation –
I’m a sapling, roots just taken,
Don’t rip me out before my rain –
In time, we make our way to
Making -within our bounds of given talent –
To lift economies and economic clout, with
No measurable impact – ah, but
Such are aggregates, my dearest Karlton Marx –
If I could hear the silence
Of a cold, majestic mountain,
She would whisper softly, softly to me –
That the mountains never age;
And that living sparks will never fade
Until they burn their fleeting fuel
Of will.
Very nice to see such beauty in writing. I'm amazed at your writings considering where you are. Sincerely, Mary
A powerful poem, especially the last line's two words.We are running out of fuel, aren't we.
Flow etc. -I had to read this three times to get some meaning out of it. Maybe the weekend dulling of the senses..... A Visiting Professor is a much sought after honour. Let's name you 'Visiting Poet'. H
the isolation and high risk factor of iraq has helped your creative juices kelly a nice poem with great flow Warm regards allan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Perhaps poetry should stand independent of the poet, but this one had 10x the impact after I read your bio. A very respectable bit of work.